They are useless hangup cures,
All except that trick of yours.

No one to leave the light on,
To help you choose the right song.

I try to do right, but it's wrong.
Nothing feels right with you gone.

Over hedges high,
Climbs a smiling spy.

Who now will shift your shoelace?
And wipe the [bad word] off your face?

No one should get what you got,
Nothing should end where you start.